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And guardian angels sang this strain;
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Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:
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The dread and envy of them all.  
The dread and envy of them all.  


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Serves but to root thy native oak.  
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And every shore it circles thine.  
And every shore it circles thine.  


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And manly hearts to guide the fair.  
And manly hearts to guide the fair.  


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  
Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  


Cyberians never will be slaves.
Cyberians never will be slaves.

Revision as of 00:05, 8 September 2007

Rule Cyberia

(the tune: http://www.telegoons.org/Sounds/Rule_Britannia.mid)

The National Anthemn of the Federal Republic of Cyberia


When Cyberia first at Heav'n's command

Arose from out the azure main;

This was the charter of the land,

And guardian angels sang this strain;


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


The nations not so blest as thee,

Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;

While thou shalt flourish great and free,

The dread and envy of them all.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


Still more majestic shalt thou rise,

More dreadful from each foreign stroke;

As the loud blast that tears the skies,

Serves but to root thy native oak.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,

All their attempts to bend thee down

Will but arouse thy generous flame;

But work their woe, and thy renown.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


To thee belongs the rural reign;

They cities shall with commerce shine;

All thine shall be the subject main,

And every shore it circles thine.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


The Muses, still with freedom found,

Shall to thy happy coast repair;

Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,

And manly hearts to guide the fair.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.